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Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. *sighs* This disclaimer applies with the other chapters of this story.
Many of the students of Snowy Hills High wondered why the school even bothered having so many language teachers, considering that most of the student body knows many of their classmate's native tongue. But most students wonder why the school hired an English teacher that acts like a child.
Everyday the teacher, Mr. English (who swore his name had nothing to do with his career choice at all), skipped, jumped through a, thankfully open, window, or did many other... odd things when entering his classroom. The students quickly got used to their teacher's actions; some of them even went as far as doing the same thing.
But one day the teacher walked into the classroom, a stack of papers in hand, and a big grin on his face. Some of the smarter students paled or sighed loudly, knowing something stupid was going to happen.
"Good morning, class!" Mr. English chirped, letting the stack of papers slam onto the desk with a thud. The students mumbled their greetings, along with a soft Ve~ from one of the students. "Today you're going to write love letters to someone in this room!"
A/N: Yes, this part is extremely short, and I'm sorry for that, but I don't want to repeat this in the other chapters. DX Anyways, all of these "chapters" will be the the Hetalia gang writing letters to each other, some not writing letters at all, or whatever I think of in my free time. Also, none of the chapters come after or before the other chapters, they're mostly ideas I thought of. (Or any reviewers thought of. *wink wink**nudge nudge*)
And for the school's name, I didn't want to put "Hetalia High", so I asked my sister and she said "Snowy Hills High". ^^